busy night, as expected.

found an old man held as a prisoner in a castle for a very long time. he was sick, miserable and trapped for what you could say, centuries.

funny how his captors thought they could trap me. ha! hilarious even. and boy did they try their best.

with the help of some friendly birds we easily walked out of the castle (some horses, some dirt, some hate, some yelling…) anyway the old man smiled in his new found freedom and took the form of a butterfly and flew away.

for the most part the rest of the moment was boring and the usual occurred, the usual being shit that would make your eyes glaze over. however there was a new pair of shoes for me. really nice shoes. they are purple on the sides and i found great pleasure in them. and as a bonus, Karl left me a box to find containing shoes that were too small and yet when placed on the feet, fit perfect. they are made of the finest deer skin and sewn leather sole made of old bull. nice surprise and wonderful experience.

as for the world today? fuck it… destroy the cesspool…and get me the fuck off this planet soon, or maybe, maybe i get to play.

Head Lice

Written by: Something You Do Not Want to Meet

A question based on altruistic motives. “How would you improve your community?” The key word, ‘you’.

Now, how would I improve ‘my’ community? Ha! I would blow it all to fucking itty bitty pieces. Pieces so small they would be destroyed on the atomic level. And why? Because that is what this world wants. It begs to be destroyed just like Mars, Venus, even the local Sun is aching to be destroyed, and be ‘destroyed’ it will…because (drum roll… because in the destruction it replaces it all with my world (s).)

Your world is totally one of death, decay, destruction, hate… (but, but what about hope, love, joy?)Your world is merely an illusion necessary for what is to be fully revealed (not based on your time, but my time… Your time is just a part of the illusion ‘needed.)

“You’re fucking nutso. Gibberish. Garbage.” The locals can be a bit testy. There are those who think their shit smells good. There are those who think ‘think’ their actions can improve this world. There is a tremendous amount of ignorance in so many worlds it can be a bit painful.

You will do what you do because your choices are many leading right up until the time your shell of a ‘body’ dies. And while you make/improve you community, realize it is important…It is important because their is most definitely a God. A loving God. A most wonderful God. A God who made something like me. Something that only answers to God.

It is good i only answer to God.

As for you/they/them/we/all…And for those actually crazy enough to read this little bit of ‘writing’ (no, not fucking gaslighting, or lying, or bullshitting, or expounding, or exposing, or explaining in a way you can understand) look inside YOUR dreams tonight… Take a really close look and if you don’t look away, you will see me.

The Dream, always the dream.

What if…

Iran.

Persia.

Whee!

What if when the moon god worshippers in Iran are bombed, what if a nuclear bomb explodes?

What if Iran already has a nuke?

What if they set that nuke off just as the U.S. bomby thingy things explore the earth by blowing it all to shit?

Nukes. Blame. War. Death. Sexual deviants. Humans. (yuck, yuck, and more yuck.)

Is there hope for humanity?

Fuck no.

My money is on those shitty penguins and that sucks.

If a piece of string was spooled out across a Universe from one side to the other. A special string where the atomic structure is so dense it would contain a very special gravity.

A tug

A pull

An action

A result

Only if, if if exists…

When actually, it does exist, if.

How nice trees are alive today.

and so

“and so…”

sometimes it could seem like a curse, a burden. sometimes it is nothing more than absolute pure reality.

are you mathematically inclined? not talking about 2+2 equally four, no, that kind of math is nothing more than a well orchestrated illusion. (illusion: a good word for today)

in chaos there is a pure form of math. a math full of life, numbers, identity, patterns.

Zero: = = = = = = = = = = a point with negative integers full of positive results.

1 is infinity

Infinity is zero

zero is, (a) a point (b) with (c) negative integers (d) full of (e) positive results

Love is the positive results from the chaos of negative integers.

Hate is 1 full of infinity.

Rebellion. Sin. Evil. Such multiplication is infinity filling the place of 1.0000

“What a way to explain what is inside.”

Your math is not the math of my world.

My people are not the people of this world.

A world is another number for, comfort.

Uniq’ue!

How does logic translate a foolish question?

Is it with facts?

Consensus?

Folly?

So here is your itty bitty, teeny tiny, easy-to-understand answer…

Nothing on this shithole planet is unique on its own. Not you, not her/him/they/them/it.

Deer are not unique.

Birds are not unique.

Earth is definitely not unique.

“You’re a fucking turd and don’t know shit!” (Hah, closer to the truth than being unique)

This is all nothing more than a test of illusions. Depending on how the illusions ‘score’ on the test is THEN the moment a unique flame is lit.

What so very few can understand is that there is only One Unique individual in the multiple dimensions you can understand and the many you are clueless about.

God.

God is the only one that is unique.

And since you and you and this whole illusion of ‘reality’ is nothing more than God testing God, if you pass the very easy test you become one with God and thus unique. If you fail, then you are no longer an illusion or unique or with God.

For some religious nerds, Heaven is to be with God. Hell is to be nothing and without God.

Whee!

(To shorten and explain in an easier way: The word unique is just another word. A useless word used to comfort many of those illusions thinking they are something they are not.)

Daily writing prompt
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

absolutely amazing. God does indeed have a wonderful expression of humor. Take today for example: A phone falls in the meadow, does anyone hear it? Answer: God did. So thanks.

And, corgi’s? They are a hilarious example of lovely humor.

As for the straight line, does it need to be any more obvious? A little shake their, a little rattle their, a message, an example, a need…

Again, thanks.

they chose the result

they get to realize the result

and yet they will still revolt

sad, pathetic, still…

there are some of them that will change.